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  <title>Comments on 'Basil, Rock God'</title>
  <subtitle>We made it to the stage, and I was already starting to chafe. I'd never worn leather pants before, and they not as sexy as you'd think. They chafe, and heaven forbid you sweat. But, I'm in a band, and that's what rock stars wear, right? I'd be more comfortable in a suit... but only that guy from AC/DC can get away right that, right?

A stagehand handed me my guitar and I threw it over my shoulder.

&amp;quot;I sure hope I can play...&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;What did you say, mate?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Oh... 'I sure hope I get laid.'&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Ha, keep your mind on the show, Basil.&amp;quot;

Three days with the band, and that's the first time anyone had said my name... what kind of rock star name is 'Basil'?

I didn't have time to think about my stupid rock name. It was time to play, and I had no idea if I could. I grabbed the pick from the mic stand, held it between my fingers and got ready for the lights to come up.

&amp;quot;Are you ready to rock, wherever the hell we are?!&amp;quot;

I sure hoped I was.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-12-31T20:52:58Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Basil, Rock God</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;really baby powder? lol! how did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;very good story,Kevin.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/4402?basename=31575</id>
    <published>2007-12-31T20:52:58Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>I LOVE FRANK IERO AND WILLIAM BECKETT!!!</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Basil, Rock God</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Too funny! Light and easy to read.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And, Tarzan, how do you know of the baby powder&amp;#8230;hmmm?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/4402?basename=3934</id>
    <published>2007-07-02T16:31:54Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>DragonAngel</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Basil, Rock God</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Quick tip: Baby powder. Works wonders for the chafing.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-28T03:42:09Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Basil, Rock God</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sorry, I chickened out.  I wanted to get the leather pants and Basil jokes in and didn&amp;#8217;t get to seeing if he could play guitar.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-28T01:53:22Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Kevin Lawver</name>
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